Chapter 72 Rave

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Noah walked through the dimly lit campus paths, the evening air crisp against his skin. The grounds were quieter now, most students having retreated to their dorms or the library. As he walked, he checked his status. [Void System Interface Activated] [Current Storage: 43 Beast Cores] [Category Distribution: - Category 1: 31 cores@@@@ - Category 2: 10 cores - Category 3: 2 cores] 'Forty-three cores,' he thought, staring at the translucent display only he could see. The number should have been reassuring. Instead, it felt like watching sand slip through an hourglass. [Void Domain Status Update: - Storm (Azure Storm Wyvern): Energy levels at 47% - Consumption Rate: 1 Category 2 core per 48 hours - Growth Rate: 45% above baseline] The system notification only confirmed what he already knew. Storm, the young wyvern he'd acquired in Cannadah, was growing at an unprecedented rate. Each status update showed higher consumption rates than the last. 'Who would've thought you'd be the expensive one?' Noah mused, studying Storm's readings. The wyvern's appetite had surpassed even Nyx's early days, which was saying something. [Void Domain Status Update: - Nyx (Red Death Dragon): Dormant State - Energy levels: 89% - Status: Deep Sleep Cycle] His first companion's status brought a mix of relief and nostalgia. The red death dragon had become surprisingly low-maintenance lately, locked in extended sleep cycles within the void domain. 'Remember when you were the one keeping me up at night with feeding schedules?' 'Who would've thought you'd be the expensive one?' Noah mused, a slight frown creasing his forehead. Storm's appetite was becoming a genuine concern. 'At this rate, even category two cores barely last two days. And finding those isn't exactly like picking flowers.' 'At least you're taking it easy these days, old friend,' he thought, a rare smile tugging at his lips. The red death dragon's current state was a far cry from its early days, when every hour seemed to bring a new feeding alert. 'Remember when I used to wake up to your hunger notifications? Those first weeks were hell.' The memory pulled him deeper into reflection. He'd been so naive then, thinking one dragon was the height of his problems. 'Funny how life works. Back then, I thought feeding one dragon was impossible. Now I'm juggling two void beasts like some interdimensional circus act.' The quiet campus paths stretched before him, moonlight painting everything in soft silver. Somewhere in the distance, students laughed, the sound carrying on the evening breeze. 'Normal kids, living normal lives,' he thought, his pace slowing. 'Meanwhile, I'm out here making deals in container yards and hiding dragons in pocket dimensions.' His earlier meeting with Raven flickered through his mind. The sight of the 1A student kneeling in the dust should have been satisfying - should have felt like victory. Instead, it had left him with an odd emptiness. 'A month ago, this would've made my day. Now it's just another piece on the board.' Noah exhaled, glancing between the two of them. "Feels like this is against the rules. And you, as Number One, are just sitting with that?" Lucas shrugged. "Oh, no, I'm not just sitting with it. I'm the president of the Rave." He grinned. "So, if you've got a problem, feel free to sue me." Amanda giggled beside him, clearly enjoying the exchange. Noah shook his head, feeling the argument slipping away. "This is stupid," he muttered under his breath. Lucas patted his shoulder. "Nah, it's fun. You should try that sometime." Noah sighed, finally looking down at himself. Black T-shirt. Joggers. He wasn't exactly dressed for whatever this "Rave" was supposed to be. Now that he actually paid attention, both Lucas and Amanda were dressed for something. Lucas in a fitted black button-up, sleeves rolled to his forearms, and Amanda in a sleek, dark red outfit that looked effortless but intentional. Noah exhaled through his nose. "I'm not dressed for this." Lucas waved a dismissive hand. "That's the least of your problems. We'll fix that. Just say yes." Noah glanced at Amanda, who was still watching him expectantly. This felt like a setup. But against his better judgment, he sighed again and muttered, "Fine." Lucas clapped him on the back. "That's the spirit! Trust me, Noah, you won't regret this. Noah highly doubted that. "Soooo...outfit? Yeah, I can do something about that," Lucas said, already picking up his pace. Noah barely had time to process what he'd just agreed to before Lucas started moving. Noah hesitated for a second before following, Amanda keeping stride effortlessly beside them. Lucas weaved through the quieter parts of the campus, taking a different route than Noah expected. The usual training grounds and dormitories faded behind them, replaced by a more vibrant energy. Then, suddenly, they were in the east wing. The commercial district. Unlike the rest of the academy, which had settled into its usual nighttime quiet, this place was still alive. Street vendors called out to late-night shoppers, small neon signs buzzed softly above various stalls, and the scent of grilled food lingered in the air. It was a different world entirely—one Noah rarely bothered with. Lucas muttered something under his breath, just loud enough for Noah to catch. "Gustavo should still be open." Noah frowned. "Gustavo?" His question went unanswered as Lucas took a sharp turn, leading them toward a small shop lined with mannequins outside. Noah slowed slightly, eyeing the display. "This dude is serious, huh?"

Chapter 72 Rave

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